When it comes to the recent uproar surrounding James Madison, why is there such a debate? Beauty and wonder are there to celebrate, not to be hidden and held like the dusty pearls of a bitter widow countess.
In the years to come, would we rather look again in fondness at the pokes we experienced at weaving a majestic rug full of vigor, or mourn in faltering conservatism the vitality from which we shivered?
I say, let Lizzo play the 200-year-old crystal flute, let his music rip through the bowels of the Library of Congress to drown out the moans of a thousand hard-collar trolls, and let it sink so you can rage. long!
As for the other James Madison, in the “Can I just shock you?” moment? Partridge, no, I don’t think it should go to the World Cup.
“You skinny hypocrite,” I hear you weep, “all for the sake of cheerful expression in the form of funk and soul pop musicians, but not when a well-orchestrated playmaker from the West Midlands zips through a purple patch he loves I’ve never seen before?”
And I say to you, “Yeah, that’s about the long and the short run.ight me.”
Before we go any further, I have to make it clear, I value Madison highly. Very, in fact. All in all, Leicester City have been legit this season.
Foxes running in such a terrible race are usually attacked and harassed by some Regency men in fancy dress, horn, four-barrel sadie or otherwise. However, throughout it all, Madison was a very shining anomaly.
Already, he has five goals and two assists in just seven Premier League games, and only three players have scored more key assists per 90 minutes since the trip resumed in August. The issue, then, is not an individual issue, but a methodological issue.
England generally play under Gareth Southgate with three defenders at the cost of an extra presence in midfield. Given the quality, or lack thereof, that the Three Lions possess in the back, it became increasingly clear that this was something of a tactical necessity.
Thus, Madison is essentially competing for one of two slots in the starting lineup. Southgate’s penchant for restraint means that at least one, and possibly both, of those roles will be filled by players who tend to be defensive – Declan Rice and Calvin Phillips are the most obvious and likely candidates.
Even if the manager chooses to loosen another button on his bra and start with one midfielder (hold on while I faint from the dizziness), Judd Bellingham could probably be that guy.
In short, there is no overt opening for Madison in Southgate’s preferred tactical approach, and England does not have much room to diversify due to the defensive weaknesses mentioned above. This leaves us with two options; Either Madison changed England, or England changed Madison.
In the first place, some would argue that Leicester’s spell could be played on the left – after all, he’s done it before. To this end, there is no doubt that he can. But if there is one situation in which the three lions are stored abnormally, it is on the wings.
Whether it’s Raheem Sterling, Bukayo Saka, Philoden, Jarrod Bowen, Jack Grealish, or even (whisper it) Marcus Rashford and Jadon Sancho, Southgate has a veritable deluge of influential and technically sound specialty suites to choose from.
To address the second point, whether through selection or stubborn adherence to his principles, Southgate won’t change his squad to accommodate a player who has so far won a major international individual cap – especially when it’s his team’s next outing. The curtain of the World Cup will be against Iran.
Think of the national team as a team; Players should be recruited because they fit into a system, not just because they are the best new playable thing on hand at any time.
Of course, Madison could still work his way up to Southgate’s plans. I hope he does. I hope he looks so cool that there are rallies outside theA headquarters so that the manager has to pick him up with a frenzied display of the pure and unshakable will of the people.
I hope he goes to the World Cup and starts every match and scores a hat-trick in the final. I hope he proves me so wrong that I have to write a humiliating apology with a wicked, debilitating hangover the next morning—really, I do.
But as things stand, no, I don’t think James Madison should go to the World Cup, in the same way that his presidential name was harpsichord, or tyramine, or any other instrument that Lizzo didn’t classically train with, I would probably recommend you leave the pasta to someone else .